It’s day 32 of the no-front-number-plate test and it was mentioned today by a gaffer at work.
“Ye’ve nae front nummer plate Bill”
The cops don’t seem to care since I’ve passed loads of them with no interest. Hell even on the day of the bump at the haudagain roonaboot the cop said nothing! I wonder what the fine is anyway?
It’s all part of my current spiral of self destruction I think. Today the big boss man said, keep going to those counselling sessions. I missed my last one and haven’t called them back, eerily similar to the way I felt about the sick lines I didn’t go and get. The big boss man tried to pull me up for that too(well a related email sent to wages but meh..) but it came to light that the only reason there was any problem was because one of the gaffers had put in a time-sheet on my behalf against the rules. The big boss man actually said he would have told him to do that anyway and should it happen again he’d encourage that rule bending again! lol management eh. So much for being “team players”. The management team harbour the “them and us” mentality before any of us tool pushers do. I get the feeling that the big boss man would back up his management team under any circumstance over the rest of us numbers.
Still, we aren’t capable of managing ourselves as we aren’t clever enough, a fact patronisingly shown to me by the big boss man, during my telling off for the email previously mentioned in this post, when he told me that “CAPS IN EMAILS IS SHOUTING” - no shit sherlock, I was shouting! (well I was actually going for an emphasis but wrote the email in a web-interface which is not feature rich and I couldn’t be arsed manually entering control codes for bold!)
Stupid bloody office girls take everything personally of course instead of seperating them as a person from them as the face of my employer. Idiots.
Eugh, she’s shouting me to go watch a film so rant over! 
btk
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